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"Patience, my love."

He enters me slowly, inch by delicious inch. I gasp as he fills me, stretching me, completing me. His cock pulses inside me, the bone spurs flexing and moving with his heartbeat. It's a sensation unlike anything else, a dance of pleasure and pain that only Bruticus can give me.

"Bruticus..." I moan, arching my back as he begins to move. His thrusts are slow, powerful, dominant. Each one sends waves of ecstasy crashing through me. I'm helpless, bound and blindfolded, completely at his mercy. And I love it.

"You feel so good, Maryse." His voice is strained, his control hanging by a thread. "So tight, so wet. Mine."

He increases his pace, his hips pistoning against me. I can feel every ridge, every spur, every inch of him as he claims me. The pleasure builds, each thrust bringing me closer to the edge.

"Come for me, Maryse." His command is a growl, a demand that I can't refuse.

I scream as the orgasm rips through me, my body convulsing around him. He doesn't stop, doesn't slow down. He drives me higher, pushing me to another peak, and another, until I'm a writhing, screaming mess of pleasure.

"Bruticus, please..." I beg, not sure what I'm asking for. More? Less? Release?

He leans down, his lips brushing against my ear. "You want me to come, Maryse? You want me to fill you with my seed?"

"Yes," I gasp. "Yes, please."

He growls, his cock swelling inside me. I feel his release, hot and powerful, filling me completely. And with it, a glow spreads through my body, a warmth that starts in my core and radiates outward. Through the Jalshagar bond, I feel it. A spark, a new life, a piece of us both.

"Bruticus..." I whisper, tears filling my eyes. "I think... I think we just made a baby."

He stills, his body trembling above me. Then, slowly, he pulls off the blindfold, his red eyes meeting mine. In them, I see a reflection of my own awe, my own joy.

"Maryse..." His voice is a whisper, a prayer. "My love. My life. My everything."

He unties my bonds, his touch gentle, reverent. I wrap my arms around him, pulling him down to me. Our lips meet in a soft, tender kiss. A kiss of promise, of love, of a future together.

A future that, thanks to the miracle growing inside me, is brighter than ever.

CHAPTER 27

BRUTICUS

Istir awake, Maryse's warm body pressed against mine. The remnants of her shredded clothing bind her wrists to the bedposts, a blindfold of torn fabric obscuring her vision. She shifts, her curves brushing against me, a soft plea escaping her lips.

"Bruticus..." Her voice is a husky whisper, laced with desire. "Touch me."

I prop myself up, looking down at her. A smirk plays on my lips as I lean in, my voice a low rumble. "You want more, do you?"

She bites her lip, nodding eagerly. I chuckle, reaching up to untie her wrists. "Then you'll have to work for it."

Her brows furrow, the blindfold shifting slightly. "Work for it?"

I guide her hand to my cock, already stirring at her touch. "Get me hard again, Maryse. Show me how much you want it."

A wicked grin spreads across her face as she wraps her fingers around me. She strokes slowly at first, her grip firm and sure. I groan, my head falling back as she works me expertly.

"Like this?" she teases, her voice a sultry purr.

I buck into her hand, a growl rumbling in my chest. "Just like that."

She leans down, her breath hot on my skin. Her tongue flicks out, tracing the length of me before she takes me into her mouth. I tangle my fingers in her hair, guiding her as she takes me deeper. The sight of her, blindfolded and eager, sends a surge of lust through me.

Her head bobs, her lips tight around me as she sucks and licks. I groan, my hips moving in time with her. She hums softly, the vibration sending waves of pleasure through me. I'm rock hard, my body aching for her.

She pulls back, her lips glistening as she grins up at me. "Is this what you wanted?"

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